One wasn’t enough. Two? Perfect.

She was the center of their attention—every kiss, every touch, every thrust made her feel like a goddess being worshipped by two hungry men. One had her legs wrapped around his waist, the other gripped her hips from behind, each taking their time, yet not holding back. Their hands explored every inch of her body, their mouths whispered filthy praise between groans of pleasure. She moaned, overwhelmed, as they filled her completely—no part of her untouched, no desire left unanswered. Their rhythm was chaotic and perfect, and she didn’t want to be anywhere else but between them, trembling and begging for more.